“Yes, I can understand; I am afraid other people may not credit them with such simplicity. It was dreadfully imprudent, Charlie! It was more what I should have expected from your friend Mr Hibbert.” Then she began to laugh. “But it must have been very comic. And did they find you out?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know that they did. But, Mary—”
“Well?”
“I want you to tell them, and to square things.”
She shook her head.
“They won’t be at all easy to square, as you call it. You had better leave them alone, and trust to the fates not to bring you across any of the Lascelles family again.”
An odd expression crossed Everitt’s face.
“That won’t do,” he said, getting up and standing with his back to the fireplace. “I want to see them again; at least, I want to see your friend.”
“Kitty? Oh!” exclaimed Mrs Marchmont, in blank amazement. “This is too exciting! Do you really mean it?”
“I mean that I should like to see her again,” repeated Everitt. “You may take that for what it’s worth.”